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I had worked with the others for nearly seven months with Huggie, who liked to be frightened; with George the arch scrounger; with Spuggy, who could sing the rarest songs; with Sadders, who is as brave as any man alive; with N'Soon, the dashing, of the tender skin; with Fat Boy, who loves "sustaining" food and dislikes frost; with Grimers and Cecil, best of artificers; with Potters and Orr and Moulders and the Flapper.

The autumn was superb; it froze a little during the night, but by day there was brilliant sunshine. My little troupe was well organised; I had a good batman, Francois Woirland, a former soldier in the black legion, a real rascal and a great scrounger, but these are the best servants on a campaign, for with one of them one lacks for nothing.

'E was bleedin' bad an' asked me ter take orf 'is pack, which I did, an' his water-bottle as well, becos it was full of rum and an' rum is 'eavy." "Rum, full of rum," his little pal looked up at him with dry lip, "you you ain't got any left?" "No, becos I put it aside, an' some scrounger pinched it. All I 'opes is that it bloomin' well choked 'im."

Desperately we got up to look round for some shelter, and George, our champion "scrounger," discovered a chicken-house. It is true there were nineteen fowls in it. They died a silent and, I hope, a painless death. The order came round that the motor-cyclists were to spend the night at the cottage the roads were utterly and hopelessly impassable while the rest of the company was to go on.